Circles
Deante' Hitchcock Lyrics
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Late nights on that road
All them late nights on the road
All them new faces, I seen
All them old faces I know
All them nights stuck in my head
All them moments trapped in my flows
Got you trippin' off where I been
Got me wondering when you home
Got you telling all of your friends
Fuck that bullshit, we grown
I ain't here to make no new friends
But I can't do this on my own (own, own, own)
Yeah then she bring up my old chick
My old ways, my old grips
My old hoes, my old bitch
Like damn, why you always stress on old shit
So we fight, we fuss
We fuck, make up
She good, so I'm great
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go (hol' up)
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Baby girl, let's talk it out
I can't' talk it out on my own
If you feeling somethin' just say somethin'
I know a lot of shit on your dome
Yeah I fucked up, but I'm man enough to at least admit when I'm wrong
So baby girl when you wrong
Don't have your friends calling my phone
She like "Here you go, with that bullshit putting everything on me
You've been fuckin' off, for a longtime lot of problems that you can't see"
Now, I ain't realize, how fucking lonely this music thing was gon' be
So it's
(Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh)
Never had a problem, that I couldn't solve before
It's the first time, it's the first time, it's the first time
I swear shit was all good just a week ago
Couldn't'a came at the worst time
At a worst time, aye
Look, stress been weighing down on me
Niggas tryna climb on me
And I ain't even creepin' shawty
Thought that you was down for me
She like "Nigga yeah right
What you tryna' sound funny?
No I know what them hoes said boy
'Stupid written on my forehead'
Think I don't hear what them song say"
Now her running game got us all playing
Tryna' talk to her, but instead of listening to me
She hear what them broads saying
So we fight, we fuss
We fuck, we stuck
She need love, I want trust
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round (we go)
(Round and round we go, oh)
Round and round (we go)
And pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round (we go)
(Round and round we go)
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go (hol' up)
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go, oh
Deante’ Hitchcock’s song “Circles” presents a story of a relationship that is struggling due to the artist’s busy life as a musician. He voices his frustration that his partner is constantly nagging about his past mistakes and his old companions. Despite the challenges, the artist implores his lover to communicate and work towards finding common ground.
The first verse establishes that the artist has been away from home for long periods on tour, meeting new people and experiencing new things. He acknowledges that he has not been present, but his partner has been obsessive and paranoid about his past. In the chorus, he echoes the phrase “Round and round we go” which represents the repetitive nature of their arguments.
The second verse focuses on the couple’s inability to communicate effectively. Both the artist and his lover blame each other for their problems, but they are not listening to each other. The woman accuses the artist of cheating and succumbing to his old ways. In contrast, the artist laments that the music industry has made him lonely, and he needs his partner’s support.
In conclusion, Deante’ Hitchcock’s “Circles” paints a picture of a struggling relationship that is trying to find stability. The artist recognizes that he is not blameless in the issues, but he urges his partner to be patient and work through the problems together.
Line by Line Meaning
Late nights on that road
Reminiscing about all the long nights spent travelling on the road
All them late nights on the road
Reflecting on the many late nights spent travelling for music
All them new faces, I seen
Encountering many new faces on the journey to success
All them old faces I know
Seeing familiar faces from the past along the way
All them nights stuck in my head
Thinking about all the nights that are memorable and meaningful
All them moments trapped in my flows
Capturing those memories and moments in his music
All them paragraphs in my inbox and them missed calls on my phone
Being overwhelmed with messages and missed calls from many people
Got you trippin' off where I been
Making his partner feel worried or insecure due to the nature of his career
Got me wondering when you home
Feeling uncertain and concerned about his partner's whereabouts
Got you telling all of your friends
Discussing relationship issues with friends
Fuck that bullshit, we grown
Refusing to tolerate petty, childish behavior because they are adults
I ain't here to make no new friends
Focusing solely on his career and not making new connections in his personal life
But I can't do this on my own (own, own, own)
Realizing the importance of having a support system, even if he is focused on his career
Yeah then she bring up my old chick
Being confronted by his current partner about his past relationships
My old ways, my old grips
Being reminded of his past mistakes and bad habits
My old hoes, my old bitch
Being accused of still having feelings for or being involved with someone from the past
Like damn, why you always stress on old shit
Feeling frustrated with their partner for constantly bringing up past mistakes
So we fight, we fuss
Arguing and disagreeing with each other
We fuck, make up
Intimacy and apologies after a fight
She good, so I'm great
Feeling optimistic and happy when his partner is doing well
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Expecting the same problems to arise in the relationship
Round and round, we go
Going in circles with the same relationship issues
Baby girl, let's talk it out
Suggesting communication to solve their issues
I can't' talk it out on my own
Admitting that he needs his partner's input to work out the problems
If you feeling somethin' just say somethin'
Encouraging his partner to speak up about their feelings
I know a lot of shit on your dome
Acknowledging that his partner may have a lot of issues they want to talk about
Yeah I fucked up, but I'm man enough to at least admit when I'm wrong
Taking responsibility for his own mistakes and apologizing
So baby girl when you wrong
Asking his partner to also accept responsibility for their own mistakes
Don't have your friends calling my phone
Not wanting friends to meddle in their relationship
She like "Here you go, with that bullshit putting everything on me
Feeling blamed for relationship issues when it's not entirely her fault
You've been fuckin' off, for a longtime lot of problems that you can't see"
Accusing him of not realizing the extent of the problems in their relationship
Now, I ain't realize, how fucking lonely this music thing was gon' be
Realizing that pursuing music has come with a personal cost, feeling lonely and isolated
Never had a problem, that I couldn't solve before
Feeling confident that he can overcome any obstacle
It's the first time, it's the first time, it's the first time
Feeling like this situation is different and unprecedented
I swear shit was all good just a week ago
Referring to how quickly things can change in a relationship, only a week ago things seemed fine
Couldn't'a came at the worst time
Feeling like their problems have come at an inconvenient and difficult time
Stress been weighing down on me
Feeling burdened and overwhelmed with stress
Niggas tryna climb on me
Feeling like others are trying to take advantage of him or use him
And I ain't even creepin' shawty
Assuring his partner that he's not cheating
Thought that you was down for me
Feeling let down by his partner
Tryna' talk to her, but instead of listening to me
Feeling like his partner is not hearing him and ignoring his attempts at communication
She hear what them broads saying
Feeling like his partner is influenced by gossip or what other women are saying
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Expecting the same problems to come up again
And pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Expecting the same problems to arise in the relationship
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Brandon Phillips-Taylor, Deante Van Hitchcock, James Harnett III, Kwame Ahmed Buchanan Sr., Sean Terrell Chavis
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Gigi
Late nights on that road
All them late nights on the road
All them new faces, I seen
All them old faces I know
All them nights stuck in my head
All them moments trapped in my flows
All them paragraphs in my inbox and them missed calls on my phone
Got you trippin' off where I' been
Got me wondering when you home
Got you telling all of your friends
Fuck that bullshit, we grown
I ain't here to make no new friends
But I can't do this on my own (Own, own, own)
Yeah then she bring up my old chick
My old ways, my old grips
My old hoes, my old bitch
Like damn, why you always stress on old shit
So we fight, we fuss
We fuck, make up
She good, so I'm great
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go (Hol' up)
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Baby girl, let's talk it out
I can't' talk it out on my own
If you feeling somethin' just say somethin'
I know a lot of shit on your dome
Yeah I fucked up, but I'm man enough to at least admit when I'm wrong
So baby girl when you wrong
Don't have your friends calling my phone
She like "Here you go, with that bullshit putting everything on me
You've been fuckin' off, for a longtime like problems that you can't see"
Nah, I ain't realize, how fucking lonely this music thing was gon' be
So it's
(Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh)
Never had a problem, that I couldn't solve before
It's the first time, it's the first time, it's the first time
I swear shit was all good just a week ago
Kinda came at the worst time
At a work time, aye
Look, stress been weighing down on me
Niggas tryna' climb on me
And I ain't need a creeper shawty
Thought that you was down for me
She like "Nigga yeah right
What you tryna' sound funny?
No I know what them hoes said boy
'Stupid written on my forehead'
Think I don't hear what them song say"
And I had run again got us all planned
Tryna' talk to her, but instead of listening to me
She hear what them broads saying
So we fight, we fuss
We fuck, we stuck
She need love, I want trust
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round (We go)
(Round and round we go, oh)
Round and round (We go)
And pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round (We go)
(Round and round we go)
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go (Hol' up)
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go, oh
Tierra Brown
i just discovered deante a few days ago but he deserves more
Gigi
Late nights on that road
All them late nights on the road
All them new faces, I seen
All them old faces I know
All them nights stuck in my head
All them moments trapped in my flows
All them paragraphs in my inbox and them missed calls on my phone
Got you trippin' off where I' been
Got me wondering when you home
Got you telling all of your friends
Fuck that bullshit, we grown
I ain't here to make no new friends
But I can't do this on my own (Own, own, own)
Yeah then she bring up my old chick
My old ways, my old grips
My old hoes, my old bitch
Like damn, why you always stress on old shit
So we fight, we fuss
We fuck, make up
She good, so I'm great
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go (Hol' up)
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Baby girl, let's talk it out
I can't' talk it out on my own
If you feeling somethin' just say somethin'
I know a lot of shit on your dome
Yeah I fucked up, but I'm man enough to at least admit when I'm wrong
So baby girl when you wrong
Don't have your friends calling my phone
She like "Here you go, with that bullshit putting everything on me
You've been fuckin' off, for a longtime like problems that you can't see"
Nah, I ain't realize, how fucking lonely this music thing was gon' be
So it's
(Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh)
Never had a problem, that I couldn't solve before
It's the first time, it's the first time, it's the first time
I swear shit was all good just a week ago
Kinda came at the worst time
At a work time, aye
Look, stress been weighing down on me
Niggas tryna' climb on me
And I ain't need a creeper shawty
Thought that you was down for me
She like "Nigga yeah right
What you tryna' sound funny?
No I know what them hoes said boy
'Stupid written on my forehead'
Think I don't hear what them song say"
And I had run again got us all planned
Tryna' talk to her, but instead of listening to me
She hear what them broads saying
So we fight, we fuss
We fuck, we stuck
She need love, I want trust
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round (We go)
(Round and round we go, oh)
Round and round (We go)
And pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round (We go)
(Round and round we go)
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go (Hol' up)
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go, oh
Joshua Gordon
This track is a masterpiece
Devin Black
1:40 this whole bit gives me chills every listen. raw af
Reptile brotha
This beat makes me feel like I’m being attacked by pterodactyls and I love it
Jay
Straight 🔥 as always
Victor Rivera
This is literally what I'm going through right now
Blessedbeyondmeasure777
I'm falling in love with his vibe✨✨✨ ✨
youngfly87
Found Deante Hitchcock two months ago. Have had this album on repeat for about two months straight now.
Trent Walker
Best song on the album right here